Friday morning, having taken the day off from work, I loaded up Cole and Maya and we headed down to southwest Virginia. A few weeks ago I had been contacted by folks who had adopted a shepherd from me in February, 2010. Toby (formerly Dakota) is still with them and doing fine, but they had recently lost his 14 year old companion. He needed a new friend and they found that a one dog household was just too quiet.
It was about a three hour drive, but the dogs traveled well, and when we got there Cole was ready to do what he does best, wag his tail and make friends. It's a great home on the side of a mountain with a very large fenced yard. They have a smaller fenced yard within that area with access to the house through a doggie door for when they are at work. The house is dog-friendly and all the residents, human and canine, were as well.
The dogs are part of everything in their lives -- a big part. It's one of those homes you just love to adopt to and I was thrilled that they came back to me for their next dog and weren't hung up on the idea of a purebred, just wanting a good dog.
The pictures say it all, better than I can hope to.